The Lost Years

by Kathryn Rose, Thomas Ryder Payne

Genre: Pop

Lyrics

We are living in the lost years
Nearing the end of the experience
This time you really can’t get there from here
Best of luck to our historians

You created me
This is your fault
I went along with you
That means it’s my fault too
Think I’ll build a museum

Stayed up all night singing with a man who’s dying
Life is tenuous on a good day
The sound of her bare feet keeping time to the music on the wooden floor
I’m just someone on the subway

You created me
This is your fault
I went along with you
Naturally it’s my fault too
I should build a museum

We got off to a beautiful start
We got off to such a beautiful start
We got off to a truly beautiful start
Creating me, then taking me apart

We are living in the lost years
In the twilight of the experience
It’s so sad we can’t get back from here
Not much left for the historians, our children

You created me
This is your fault
I went along with you
That’s what followers do

Will you ever let down your hair
So I can visit you in your tower?

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